In the shadow of the moon’s soft glow,
Where whispers of the wind gently blow,
There lies a path both dark and deep,
Where silent souls forever sleep.
The stars above, they softly weep,
For those who dwell in endless sleep,
A realm where time has lost its way,
And night forever holds its sway.
The flowers bloom in muted tones,
Their petals fall on ancient stones,
A quiet tribute to the past,
Where memories eternally last.
Yet in this stillness, life does find,
A gentle peace, a tranquil mind,
For death is but a part of life,
An end to pain, an end to strife.